It’s been a little bit over a month since my oldest daughter started kindergarten. Now that she’s in school full time, it’s just me and the two little ones for most of the week. At 2 1/2 years old, Avery is such an amazing big sister, but it’s only been in the past month that I’ve seen her relationship with Macks flourish.
We moved over the summer, forcing us to find a new pediatrician. Macks’ six-month appointment was his first appointment with our new pediatrician. Everything seemed to be going okay, until we put him on the scale and it looked as if he had lost some weight from his five-month check-up. Because it was a completely different scale from our old pediatrician, the doctor suggested that we come back in a month for a weight check.
One of the hardest things to get used to as a parent of an infant is the lack of sleep. Having two other children, I thought that I was prepared for the late nights and early mornings. But then Macks came along and really showed us what no sleep looks like. He quickly let me know that I had it easy with the girls.
The first time that I decided that I wanted to teach my children sign language, my husband thought I was crazy for starting as early as I did. Every time that I would nurse our then newborn daughter, I would give her the “milk” signal. I continued to do this at every nursing session for the first nine months.
Lo and behold, at nine months old, Harlan gave us the milk signal. It was one a moment that I’ll never forget and a great accomplishment as a mother.
It’s always so fun to watch your baby learn new things. Macks is on the brink of getting ready to crawl. He will get on all fours and rock back and forth but doesn’t quite understand that he has to move his arms in order to go anywhere. Most of the time, he will just sit there on all fours while watching everything that’s going on around him. You can see it on his face that he wants to move so bad, but hasn’t quite gotten the hang of it.